I came home, from hagwon (korean tutoring school). maybe not from 'hagwon'
The time was 1:43 am.
I came home with a lecture.
" Yoongi, honey! Why were you out so long?! Do you know how concerned we were for you?!"
Yea, right. 'Concerned' sure.
" I was at hagwon."
" Min Yoongi, stop lying to us. Don't tell me you've been to that side of Daegu again. I'm banning you from that place! We told you not to get into music right? It's affecting your grades so much! You're not even in the top 5 anymore! What has happened to your head?!" My dad yelled.
" I will get rid of your mac, and your studio." He yelled.
" Dad, no. I told you I want to be a producer! I don't want to take over the hospital! I told you guys, I want to be in the music business!"
" I fucking hate that you try to make your happiness into mine. If you really want someone to take over that hospital, tell your favorite son, Minhyun to do it! I'm sick of you telling me to stop what I love!" I yelled.
" I'm telling you to quit music for your own good, it's for a better life and future that will make you happie-"
" WHAT TYPE OF BULLSHIT ARE YOU SPEWING?! IF IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, YOU SHOULD'VE JUST MADE ME HAPPY! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! EVER SINCE YOU GOT REMARRIED TO THAT HOE AS SOON AS MOM DIED. AFTER THAT YOU ONLY CARED FOR MINHYUN, YOUR FAVORITE SON, JUST BECAUSE HE'S MUCH MORE HANDSOMER AND MORE OF YOUR IDEAL SON! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU USED TO SAY TO ME, EVER SINCE YOU GOT REMARRIED TO YOUR MOST BELOVED FAMILY MEMBERS?! YOU SAID ALL YOU NEEDED WAS FOR ME TO BE HAPPY, AND YOU SHOULD DO WHAT YOU WANT, AND THAT WOULD BE A PROMISE THROUGHOUT THE REST OF OUR LIVES! WELL LOOK WHO BROKE THAT PROMISE?! MUSIC IS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN HEAL ME RIGHT NOW, AND NOW YOUR TRYING TO DESTROY MY ONLY HAPPINESS! SAYS THE ONE WHO TALKED TO ME ABOUT HAPPI-"
The air became tense, and more silenter than a winter storm hitting a ghost town.
" You know what? That's it. I am, and I will destroy your studio." He said, silently. He stormed into my room, and put his fist over my mac. He ripped everything apart.
" NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled. I grabbed his wrist, holding on tight.
His hands could not get on there.
He ripped my hands away from him and ripped the studio more.
" not the piano either..." I thought.
" Good idea, let me destroy that too." He said.
" NO! MOM GAVE THAT PIANO TO ME BEFORE SHE DIED, NO, NO, NO!" I yelled.
Black and white keys were scattered. The piano had barely any keys, and it's dark, roasted coffee color was scratched, into wood scratches.
" no..." I said with tears in my eyes. " w-what have you done?"
The mac was smashed into pieces. The studio had wires and glassy bits everywhere.
The piano had scratches, and piano keys scattered everywhere.
The gold swirls engraved onto the piano were now gone, replaced with light wood colored scratches.
The silver initials of my name disappeared along with the swirls.
I knelt on the floor.
I had to look for the USB. If the USB was still in good condition I could still work on the songs, in another studio.
Looking to the left, was a smashed synthesizer. Looking to the right were just now pieces of metal and plastic.
I looked in the mac.
